Every night I stay up late

Drowning myself in coffee, alert

Because it's the only way to turn the volume

Low enough to think

But once I stayed up late with you

And I couldn't think

Only breathe and look at you

And dream a thousand poems

You make me wish that I could draw

So I could capture you

With your wings out for once

(But the pen misplaced your eyes)

Instead I fumble with sonnets

Half-formed and zombie-like

Bright details that lurch though my haze

And the memory of your laugh